I was never really one to put things down in a journal when I was younger. If I'm ever going to try and start I suppose this is as good a time as any.
So for my first ever VOLUNTARY journal entry, maybe I think about why it has taken me 20 years to start.
I hated when we had to make entries for class in school. I always thought writing in a journal was supposed to be soothing or something and making turning it into a means for graded critique just totally ruined the idea I guess. That and the fact that my ADHD riddled brain had a hard enough time coherently putting words to paper for essays, how could I expect it to sort and separate all the things that were running through my head at any given moment. 20 years later, after learning how to focus and gain some control my brain still runs in hyper drive.
I've never been really "artistic." Don't get me wrong, I like to draw, computer graphics, sculpt and make jewelry. I just could never focus on it and things would go unfinished. I suppose that's partially why I was drawn more to sciences. Biology allowed my analytical brain to focus while letting some of my artistic side come out.
Who knows. We'll see how this goes after a few weeks. You never know unless you try right?